breakfast alone never tasted so
good
with it
could
everyday
his head pulled out from under a hood
it keeps
him warm
sometimes
straying far from the norm
thoughts
like bees swarm
creating pages
subjects
ranging in ages
healing
herb some think sage is
irie is
this eye
catch one
when it's dry
cloudless
blue or black sky
Orion
stares down on him from high strong
and some
nights he is on the roof too long
waiting for
the song
be the
right one
when calm
he knows he might have won
this time
under bright sun
no use for
a gun or knife under a coat
hating the
water he is out on a boat
having it
all wouldn't make him gloat
to make a
point
keep it
moving with a funky joint
no new guru
to appoint
he likes
the one he's got
whether
others see it or not
a deep
desire to go where it's hot
frozen in
time and space
won't even
recognize the face
these
thoughts he can't erase...
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